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Monday, April 26, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Skinny Dipping Yogurt
My Birthday
As if my limited, but substantial readers did not notice, I was off the air a full week. This is not true ... in fact two.
dear reader I must confess that the last entry of the rim was written two weeks ago, preparing for what he knew would come and the impediment that would be able to write these humble contributions to world literature.
Or for better understanding and using the jargon of the world of television: It was a recorded program.
By the way ... some anonymous reader left me a comment here on my virgin blog, correcting for the use of the word instead of pneumatic tire, which in this case would be correct. I thank this person for their contributions and especially when the last entry only had 3 comments. My colleague Gabriela Ines Maiorano, who is the wisest woman in all the Southern Cone, it is inevitable at the time to comment and thank you very much.
I think my raiting is down for not being able to read and comment on other blogs. No way, when I can return to see their blogs, and I hope I will continue to become regulars.
By Anonymous, in addition to my thanks, I will say that even though the word "right and unmistakable "[sic] is tire in Mexico, where this writer has its undisputed origin, the word rim, is also correct and unmistakable to refer to the round black thing that makes it possible to move a vehicle.
This is ditching the case of the rim.
Another thing I have noticed my dear readers, is that after announcing with great pomp, the birthday celebration of my thirty-two. There was no input from them. This is explained by the fact that I could not write and read the entry last week wrote two years ago. What does not?
So with this debt back, I will make a synthesis of the events that took place a day before and one day after the wonderful and festive April 10.
On Friday April 9, came with all magnificence to the city of Mountains, my friends cattle, from the ugly, but loving, Celaya Guanajuato.
The General and I are trying (but almost never will) be excellent hosts, we welcome them as they are received only a good friend. With all the grossness of the Cow Lady, that she preferred to stay working late to be with us because it is so busy and people coming from big cities.
In his tormented husband, wanted to make him happy in their misery; so we took him to lunch at a lugarcillo where they prepare some delicious steaks. My friend Beef, did not mind falling into cannibalism and we gobbled all his fellows in one sitting. I finally
when Mrs. Veal, decided to go to work, then we will know this city of Mountains, which compared to his hometown, he must have seemed a fucking dusty village. No matter ... is what you get.
next day began the festivities here in this house we live in the General, his canine companion and the voice ... in the company of my parents, Crayola, the Hairless, the Reformed and Cattle Gordo. The rabbits did not come because they were enconejados.
After a pleasant evening where Mr. Beef and Reformed Gordo were very happy to take a licorcillo, which the latter made him hallucinate that weigh 250 kilos again, we get ready to continue the "festejación" on the terrace a restaurant, where we continue eating and drinking and having fun.
I accompanied people who very much appreciated. Rabbits desenconejaron and we did the honors. And it was my birthday, I took with the help of Beef, a bottle of brandy, which made me into a state of profound spiritual communion with the universe and those around me.
So we left at two o'clock, return to our home, the cattle left the next day, although we try to convince them to stay and live here, we fail. See if one of these. On Sunday we work to recover. Those were the imperial
celebration of my thirty-two years. I spent as they spend the richest men in the world and it is surrounded by all the people I love and I have been lucky to have shared our lives.
I can not imagine a better birthday. 
As if my limited, but substantial readers did not notice, I was off the air a full week. This is not true ... in fact two.
dear reader I must confess that the last entry of the rim was written two weeks ago, preparing for what he knew would come and the impediment that would be able to write these humble contributions to world literature.
Or for better understanding and using the jargon of the world of television: It was a recorded program.
By the way ... some anonymous reader left me a comment here on my virgin blog, correcting for the use of the word instead of pneumatic tire, which in this case would be correct. I thank this person for their contributions and especially when the last entry only had 3 comments. My colleague Gabriela Ines Maiorano, who is the wisest woman in all the Southern Cone, it is inevitable at the time to comment and thank you very much.
I think my raiting is down for not being able to read and comment on other blogs. No way, when I can return to see their blogs, and I hope I will continue to become regulars.
By Anonymous, in addition to my thanks, I will say that even though the word "right and unmistakable "[sic] is tire in Mexico, where this writer has its undisputed origin, the word rim, is also correct and unmistakable to refer to the round black thing that makes it possible to move a vehicle.
This is ditching the case of the rim.
Another thing I have noticed my dear readers, is that after announcing with great pomp, the birthday celebration of my thirty-two. There was no input from them. This is explained by the fact that I could not write and read the entry last week wrote two years ago. What does not?
So with this debt back, I will make a synthesis of the events that took place a day before and one day after the wonderful and festive April 10.
On Friday April 9, came with all magnificence to the city of Mountains, my friends cattle, from the ugly, but loving, Celaya Guanajuato.
The General and I are trying (but almost never will) be excellent hosts, we welcome them as they are received only a good friend. With all the grossness of the Cow Lady, that she preferred to stay working late to be with us because it is so busy and people coming from big cities.
In his tormented husband, wanted to make him happy in their misery; so we took him to lunch at a lugarcillo where they prepare some delicious steaks. My friend Beef, did not mind falling into cannibalism and we gobbled all his fellows in one sitting. I finally
when Mrs. Veal, decided to go to work, then we will know this city of Mountains, which compared to his hometown, he must have seemed a fucking dusty village. No matter ... is what you get.
next day began the festivities here in this house we live in the General, his canine companion and the voice ... in the company of my parents, Crayola, the Hairless, the Reformed and Cattle Gordo. The rabbits did not come because they were enconejados.
After a pleasant evening where Mr. Beef and Reformed Gordo were very happy to take a licorcillo, which the latter made him hallucinate that weigh 250 kilos again, we get ready to continue the "festejación" on the terrace a restaurant, where we continue eating and drinking and having fun.
I accompanied people who very much appreciated. Rabbits desenconejaron and we did the honors. And it was my birthday, I took with the help of Beef, a bottle of brandy, which made me into a state of profound spiritual communion with the universe and those around me.
So we left at two o'clock, return to our home, the cattle left the next day, although we try to convince them to stay and live here, we fail. See if one of these. On Sunday we work to recover. Those were the imperial
celebration of my thirty-two years. I spent as they spend the richest men in the world and it is surrounded by all the people I love and I have been lucky to have shared our lives.
I can not imagine a better birthday.
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